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What’s happening? I don’t recognize this witch’s magical signature. Not that I’m an expert, but there’s something…off about it.

Sydney gasps. The dainty witch manages to turn her head, revealing a red, distressed face.

“Anka!”

That’s her? It’s been so long…

I don’t have time for surprise. Lucan is about to kill his own mate. I have to stop him from snuffing out his beloved.

Why doesn’t he recognize her?

I jump into action, body slamming Lucan and knocking him off Anka.

“No!” the witch chokes out, the sound barely discernible above the din.

Primal instinct gives Lucan ferocity. He backhands me away with a roar. My head hits one of the bedposts with a thump.

Pain explodes through my skull. Cursing, I rub the sore spot. My hand comes away sticky and wet with blood.

Another choked scream has me struggling upright. Again, Lucan goes for Anka’s throat. As before, she clutches him to her, rather than shoving him away. Does she want to die?

I pull out my mobile phone, Bram ready on speed dial.

“Help is on the way,” Sydney says through a cloud of white smoke. “Sabelle gave me one of those enchanted rock things. I’ve just used it.”

That impulsiveness and acceptance of magic might get her into trouble on occasion, but right now it just might save the day. I tuck away the phone, then creep closer to my brother.

“Lucan,” I murmur, panic invading my bones. I have to stop this. Lucan will never forgive himself if I don’t. “You’re hurting Anka. Remember Anka? Your mate.”

Lucan’s face turns more feral. “Shock Denzell!”

What does that bastard have to do with Anka nearly gasping her last breath?

With that growl, Lucan’s fingers tighten on Anka’s neck. Sydney steps closer, and I panic, thrusting out an arm and shoving her back. If I can’t solve this quickly, I’ll have a tragedy on my hands. I don’t need two.

“No. Anka. Your Anka,” I insist. “Let her go.”

Still, the little witch beneath him grips Lucan tightly and trembles, despite the fact her face turns an alarming red and her eyes begin to roll back in her head.

I grab Lucan’s wrists but can’t pry them away. Anka draws in a wheezing breath—yet brings Lucan closer to her. I try to wedge myself between them, but both are frozen in place.

Suddenly, Lucan stiffens. His eyes fly open wide as Anka melts beneath him, either unconscious or…

Dear god, no.

The expression on Lucan’s face mirrors that thought. I see the whites of his eyes for the first time in a month. He blinks and focuses as if he can actually see.

Then Lucan rips his hands from Anka’s throat like he’s been scalded and sucks in a panicked gasp.

I freeze. Check Anka or restrain Lucan? Ask questions or start performing CPR and hope Lucan doesn’t kill me?

My brother saves me from untangling that mystery by rasping out, “What have I done?”

Then he promptly melts into unconsciousness.

Chapter

Fifty-Eight

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